Chapter 1485 – Gummo Gaiden – The Heavenly Demon Emperor

I didn’t say anything, and the atmosphere was shit.

“Loyalty! There is nothing wrong with duty, Heavenly Demon!”

At first glance, the extreme sadists who looked strict and serious were wearing black sugarcane uniforms and wearing their own weapons.

Their sharp spirit seemed to be no different from that of a well-trained regular army, and the discipline of these officers was held like a sword.

But it is natural.

In order to wear this proud and glamorous black sugar cane uniform, or black suit for short, you must complete the Confucian Confucian fusion education course, and it was not an education that anyone could complete.

Therefore, all the prison officers here can be said to be the next generation of violent talent who met my standards.

“Yes. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Sadists in gray backgrounds and black uniforms.

“Yes! We always do our best! Nothing unsavory will ever happen in this ‘inhuman sugarcane field’!”

Prisoner Kaust shouted in a gloomy voice.

“Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon!”
“Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon!”
“Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon! Long live the Heavenly Demon!”

At the same time, the prison guards lined up praised me according to the commands, stamped their feet, and stamped the end of the handle of the polearm used to suppress man and horse on the floor.

ㅡKung! Thud! Thud!
ㅡKung! Thud! Thud!
ㅡKung! Thud! Thud!

The rising dust spread in all directions.

Even the dust couldn’t escape here. It was a place where all four sides were blocked by gray walls. The dust that flew into the sky soon hit the barrier and fell.

“Ooh! Ooh! Sugarcane! Sugarcane! Sugarcane for sinners! Sugarcane! Sweet! Sweet and sour!”
“With your pain, people’s sweetness!”
“Guaranteed! Guaranteed! Guaranteed!”

And a song like a grotesque military song that I can’t understand comes out. It was a list of words that a soldier in World War II would murmur reflexively when he witnessed all his comrades blown up by a surprise bomb.

Have I ever made a song like this?
Don’t remember?

Anyway, it felt like pre-modern psycho soldiers.

A gloomy and grotesque atmosphere.

But I really liked this atmosphere.

“Aaaaagh!”
“Ouuuuu!”
“Aaaaa!”
“Ohhhhh!!!”

It was because the sweet screams of the prisoners could be heard from the other side.

“Good music. What song is it?”

As I saved it, I asked the prison guard.

“Yes! Justice Sugar Cane Third Symphony of Condemn and Punishment!”
“Ohh. Somehow, I heard it for the first time. Did you mean the 3rd symphony was already out?”
“That’s right! It’s a symphony that our prison officers put all their heart and soul into! If you don’t mind, why don’t you listen to it all! I’ve been practicing a lot!”

Prisoner Kaust shouted in a high-pitched, still gloomy voice.

“Yes. I’m looking forward to seeing you put so much effort into making it. Please guide me.”
“All right!”

That’s how I went inside the inhumane sugarcane field under the guidance of the prison warden.

“After receiving the evaluation from the Heavenly Demon, I will decide whether or not to make the 4th symphony based on the evaluation!”
Hehe, that’s right.”

The symphony we are talking about here was a kind of torture-punishment system created by the prison officers.

“Aaaaagh!”
“Uuuuu!”

Prisoners who are flogged naturally scream. However, these murderous talents who went through the fusion Confucian curriculum did not want to waste that scream, and eventually added a symphony system.

Now prisoners being flogged are not allowed to scream at will. Just like the lyrics of the symphony. You have to scream according to the prescribed form.

You have to sing with real screams without saying goodbye.

The moment they make a mistake, more severe violence is applied, and at the same time, the whipping is passed to the next prisoner in the same room. If that prisoner screams – wrong tempo, back to the next prisoner. The punishment doesn’t end until the scream-syphony is played.

This was to force extreme solidarity responsibility, and it was a cruel punishment to the extent that all of the prisoner’s little break time was turned into symphony practice time.

Whenever I think of this scream-symphony, I can’t help but admire the creativity of these prison officers. These guys were entering talents who lived while worrying about the madness that somehow they would torment the prisoners even more. This is the pure function of education.

—Chhak.

Soon we arrived at the screaming concert hall.

“The Heavenly Demon has descended! Let’s play the Third Symphony from the beginning right now!”

At those words, the prisoners held their breath for a moment.

“Oh, no…!”

Of course it doesn’t matter.

A total of four prisoners were tied up, and each prisoner in charge of them carried a different club and whip. You could call it a sort of musical instrument. He’s a trumpet. It’s an ocarina. He’s a gong. Well, roughly like this.

“Then let’s begin!”

And the play started.

ㅡPuck!
ㅡChohak!
ㅡAww!

With a bursting sound resounding from each one.

“Aaaaah!”
“Quaaaaagh!”
“Aaaaagh!!”

A scream that resonated with the style and beat. The prison guards beat the prisoners in rhythm, and the prisoners again screamed in rhythm and precisely. A truly fantastic harmony. It was a scream symphony.

“Well, that’s good.”

So I drank wine and saved the inhuman symphony to the end.

The total running time was about 4 minutes and 20 seconds.

“I like it. Prisoner, let’s reward the creators of this symphony.”
“Thank you!!!”

One surprising thing to recall was that the punishment for playing this symphony was relatively light. Even now, research on how to make the prisoners more painful is being actively conducted in the prisoner’s quarters.

“Now then, let’s go see the labor site.”
“All right!”

So I headed to the sugar cane field with the prison director.

*          *

There was no sound at all here.

“…”
“…”
“…”

Because the prisoners were just cultivating sugarcane with their mouths shut.

With whip-wielding guards patrolling, the prisoners were sparing even the power of speaking to meet their quotas.

“As instructed, all prisoners are working 14 hours a day! It is operated 6 days a week, and moral education and resocialization education are conducted on weekends!”

Working 14 hours a day, 6 days a week.

In fact, back when I was running my prison, I was forced to do more work and a murderous schedule that I couldn’t even dream of resting.

But now I can’t. To be honest, when I was in prison, I just thought I would die from overwork. I didn’t care about efficiency at all, I just talked about the death penalty a little bit. In the first place, the profit generated there was also a small money… I miss it. Jabong Prison Warden. If you were there in my era, you would have been appointed.

“Good.”

Of course, now is not that time.

This was the place where the heinous criminals who had been convicted through the rigorous law enforcement process of a legitimate judicial body that held fusion Confucianism as the highest value came, and the heinous criminals were debtors with very large amounts of money to pay.

The purpose of this inhumane sugarcane field was to squeeze these prisoners as efficiently as possible to pay off their debts.

Of course, rice is also given enough to fill the calories. If you starve, you won’t be able to work, and you could die. Even if they are injured, they pay off their debts and treat them forcibly.

They can’t die at will. 14 hours a day until the end of the sentence. They have to grow sugarcane rigorously for six days a week.

It is a completely opposite environment to the human sugarcane field. The workers of the humane sugar cane fields are protected by my orders and labor laws, and are covered by employment insurance. You can accumulate wealth in your own way while working happily in humane conditions.

But this is hell.

“The prisoners in this section are all scum and murderers. They are scum who don’t recognize that the world has changed and continue to kill and loot innocent robbers as usual. They are sentenced to at least 20 years in prison.”

But there are so many robbers and murderers.

“They will grow sugarcane for at least 20 years, and with it millions of people will see the sweetness of sugar.”

The head of the jail was a man with a big obsession with sugar.

Anyway, I flew through the sky for a while and looked down at the ground.

“It’s like garbage.”

Countless prisoners are working hard to grow sugar cane.

Even if there are many, there are really many.

According to the principle of presumption of innocence, if there is no evidence, you can never enter this inhuman sugar cane field.

I feel that there is still a long way to go before spreading fusion Confucianism throughout the world. In order to do that, the Paladins had to be trained as soon as possible. The Fusion Confucian Academy, of which Elise is the principal, has only been inaugurated for a little over a year. It will take several more years for them to become powerful.

“So I’ll have to keep working hard.”

After landing, he encouraged the prison guard.

“I hope you continue to do well, Prisoner. There is only one thing you have to do. Take care of them so that they never die, and extract the labor force with as much pain as possible. Do you understand?”
“When I sleep, when I wake up, when I eat, I always remember them. They will never die until they pay their debt to the victims.”
“Yes. Let it be.”

Still, since I visited, I’ll have to spread the money. I handed over a wad of cash to be used as a daily wage so that the officers on this side could spend a pleasant weekend.

*          *

I, Kim Katt, the despot with absolute power, and the Kingdom of Heavenly Demons, governed by Fusion Confucianism, the moral values ​​I founded, were doing very well.

And one of the reasons why it works so well is because the businesses I ordered are running very well.

With my modern knowledge, all I have to do is give orders. Then, quality businesses will spring up in rapid succession.

Of course, this is largely thanks to Cadia, who is now making a big comeback as Prime Minister, but isn’t Cadia capable of coming up with ideas like I am? I only selected and passed on ideas that made money.

Anyway, national stabilization has already been completed, and now is the time to solidify that stabilized nation. A little more will give you time to rest properly. Until then, let’s run a little faster.

“Son-in-law!!!”

Me who ruled with such a mind.

“I’m sorry!!! I’m really sorry, son-in-law!!!”

ㅡRumble!

One day, a contemplative Xenia ran up to her with her big breasts hanging around, and she cried out that she was sorry.

You bastard… Why?

“What are you sorry about?”

I remember what happened with Xenia recently… Ah. Okay. Surely it was. Xenia, who worked under Winia, had many things to do. She’s been pampered by Winia because she’s a woman of some ability, which is the last thing she’s done.

“That, that’s…”

Anyway, Xenia, who had become contemplative, looked at me and stuttered her words.

I am terrified right now.
What the hell did you do?

“What?”
“Too, the investment failed! So…!”

Investment failure.

“Stop.”
“…!”

I called the Demon Maid nearby.

“Hey. There. Handmaiden.”
“Yes. The great Heavenly Demon.”
“Go and call Winia. Tell her that it’s Xenia’s business.”
“All right.”

Immediately, the maid went outside.

“Sa, son-in-law…! I’m sorry! I didn’t do that on purpose! I was just following orders…!”